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Born. . . . Born of the Cauldron, The Cauldron of Kerridwen. Descendant. . . . Descendant of that Master, That Master of Words, Ogmios. Gwydion shows me, Shows me the magic. Ah! So tempting! So tempting to use. I am seen and cared for, The loving eyes of The Lady. . . . My Lady. Arianrhod watches, As I'm thrust into the crucible. Forged. . . . Forged by fire. Tempered. . . . Tempered by the skillful hands of Gobannon. Through great agreement The test began. Such joy! Such sorrow! Challenge given, Challenge accepted. Given under the guidance wise Of that Druid of Druids. The Ancient Driud. Wisdom gained. Earned. Fow how else will all that must be, Ever come to pass? Childhood passes. . . . Innocence ends. To be the man, Growth begins. . . . Amergin is Awake! |